I've been listening to Oscar Peterson and Joe Pass's collaborations and am rather impressed by how well they work together, to the extent that I've begun to think that Peterson really is the only jazz pianist in Art Tatum's league. Don't get me wrong, I love Thelonius Monk, George Shearing, Dollar Brand
et al but damn, is Oscar unbelievably good. The other thing about this period is Henning Orsted Pedersen. What a bassist. Wow!
For me, today feels like the sort of day for Sibelius or maybe Mahler rather than Peterson's trio. I think I need to gradually work my way up to "Ventilator Blues" or "I just want to see his face". Maybe Mahler 5 followed by "Memo from Turner" would plot my trajectory better for the morning on which the clocks have gone forward. Yeuch.
Later (much later) I can drift off to sleep to Bach's St. Matthew Passion. In the intervening period between lunch and transcendence I shall listen to the sound of F1 engines, for it is one of those days. (Rather impressed by young Leclerc; it seems like Ferrari have got a really good prospect in him.)